"She didn't take the meeting," Conrad Hale said. "She ended the call and hasn't responded since."
Stellan was at the window of his New York office on the thirty-second floor, looking at a city that had never once made him feel small. He had worked carefully to ensure it never would.
"She wasn't going to take the meeting," he said. "That was never the point."
A pause on Hale's end. "Then what was the point?"
"To let her know I'm coming." He turned from the window. "To give her enough time to make a decision before I arrive and take the decision out of her hands entirely."
Hale was quiet for a moment. He was a good attorney, careful, discreet, and experienced enough to know when his role was to ask questions and when it was to simply listen. "And your brother. Have you spoken to him sin
